My Hawaiian Vacay Day One

So far my impression of Oahu....it is one big Freak Show on a Pacific Island setting. But I'm going on 20 hours of travel and no sleep, so I will reserve my opinion until I've had sleep and a chance to do a decent walk about.

Paul is here to work, I'm just tagging along for the ride, see what I can see. We are staying right on Wakiki Beach....along with a few bazillion other tourists. The Marriott Resort is gorgeous! The ride from the airport is 13 miles....13 miles of homeless encampments sprouting like mushrooms along the sidewalks, littering the public parks, and abandoned buildings festooned w graffiti. After we checked in, we headed out for dinner - it's only 330p, but our stomachs are telling us it is 830p. We are just across the street from one of the worlds most famous beaches, expensive shops, opulent hotels....and the street people almost out number the Chinese tourists. Bedraggled urchins, some young, some not so young, carrying on conversations with unseen acquaintances. They seem to be camped out right on the beach, sad.

The Harley Davidson rental place is right here in the hotel; stopped in on our way back from dinner to check availability....yes, they have one just for me! Bessie will be with me in spirit on Oahu.

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